The Cronic de Dr. Dre

Listado de Canciones

1. The Cronic (Intro)1:57
2. Wit Dre Day (And Everybody's Celebratin')4:52
3. Let Me Ride4:21

   Letra

   Creepin down the back street on Deez I got my glock cocked cuz niggaz want these Now soon as I said it, seems I got sweated By some nigga witha tech 9 tryin to take mine ya wanna make noise, make noise I make a phone call my niggaz comin like the Gotti boys Bodies bein found on Greenleaf With their fuckin heads cut off, motherfucker I'm Dre So listen to the play-by-play, day-by-day Rollin in my 4 with 16 switches And got sounds for the bitches, clockin all the riches Got the hollow points for the snitches So would you just walk on by, cuz I'm too hard to lift And no this ain't Aerosmith It's the motherfuckin D-R-E, from the C-P-T on a rhymin spree, a straight G Hop back as I pop my top ya trip I let the hollow points commence to POP POP POP Yeah, cuz if it don't stop I have to put my shit in reverse, go back and take another stop Cause I'm (Rollin in my six-fo) With all the niggaz sayin Chorus: Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride Hell Yeah Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride With all the niggaz sayin Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride Hell yeah Swing down, sweet chariot stop and, let me ride Just another motherfuckin day for Dre so I begin like this No medallions, dreadlocks, or black fists it's just That gangster glare, with gangster raps That gangster shit, that makes the gang of snaps, uhh Word to the motherfuckin streets And word to these hyped ass lyrics and dope beats that I Hit ya with that I, get ya with as I groove in my four on deez, hittin the switches Bitches relax while I get my proper swerve on Bumpin like a motherfucker ready to get my swerve on But before I hit the dope spot I gotta get the chronic, the Remi Martin and my soda pop Now I'm smellin like indo-nesia Bus stop full of fly bitches and skeezers On my dick, cause my four on hit Pancake front and back, side to side, and all that shit So when I crawl I comes correct Now, if your bitch in my shit, it's your bitch you check nigga Now let the Chevrolet slide As I dip a nigga trip to the south side, yeah (Rollin in my six-fo) With all the bitches sayin Chorus Check this out The sun went down when I hit Slausson On my way to the strip, now I'm just flossin Checkin my rearview cause niggaz they will do Jack moves, black fools cause I smack fools Try to set me up for a two-eleven Fuck around and get caught up in a one-eight-seven But I don't represent no gangbang Some niggaz like lynchin but I just watch them hang So on and so on, why don't you let me roll on I remember back in the dayz when I used to have to get my strollon Didn't nobody wanna speak, now everybody Peepin out they windows when they hear me beatin up the streets Is it Dre? Is it Dre? That's what they say, every single motherfuckin day, yo But I ain't trippin I'm just kickin it While my deez keep spinnin and these hoes keep grinnin I'll be (Rollin in my six-fo) With everybody sayin Chorus
4. The Day The Niggaz Took Over4:33

   Letra

   I'ma say this and I'ma gettin mine. If you ain't down for the Africans here in the United States, period point blank. If you ain't down for the ones that suffer in South Africa from apartheid and shit. Devil you need to step your punk ass to the side and let us brothers and us Africans step in and start puttin some funk in that ass Hook: Break em off sometin (x8) Snoop Dogg: I got my finger on the trigger, so niggaz wonder why But livin in the city it's do-or-die I got my finger on the trigger, so niggaz wonder why But livin in the city it's do-or-die Dat Nigga Daz: They wonder where me bailin and don't really understand The reason why they take me life and me ???? hand Me not out for peace and me not Rodney King Me gun goes click, me gun goes bang Them riot in Compton and them riot in Long Beach Them rion in they Lakers and don't really wanna see Niggaz start to loot and police start to shoot Lock it down at seven o'clock, then again it's like Beirut Me don't show no love ,'cuz it's us against them Them never ever love me, 'cuz it's sport to break de And kill at my own risk if I may Delay to spray with my AK and put it to rest *news report* Yes we have. There have been riots, ahh, rioting, well I don't wanna say rioting but there's been looting downtown, but right now Bree, what I want to show you is, they have started fires down at the end of the street All: How many niggaz are ready to lose? Snoop: Yeah, so what you wanna do? Dre: What you wanna do? All: I said, how many niggas are ready to lose? RBX: Got myself an Uzi and my brother a 9 *guy talking* Nobody told us today, in otherwords, You're still a slave. No matter how Much money you got, you still ain't shit Dr. Dre: Sittin in my livin room calm and collected Feelin mad, gotta get mine respected 'Cuz what I just heard broke me in half and half the niggaz I know, plus the niggaz on the Row, is bailin Laugh now, but cry much later Ya see when niggas get together they get mad, 'cuz they can't fade us Like my niggas from South Central, Los Angeles They find that they couldn't handle us Bloods, Crips on the same squad with the Ese's thumpin, nigga it's time ta rob and mob (And break the white man off somthin lovely, biddy-bye-bye I don't love dem so they can't love me) Yo straight puttin down gettin my scoot on Let's jump in off in Compton so I gots ta get my loot on and come up on me some furniture or sometin Got a VCR in the back of my car that I ganked from the Slauson Swap Meet And motherfuckers better not try to stop me 'Cuz they will see that I can't be stopped 'Cuz I'ma cock my Glock and pop til they all drop *news report* There has been videotape and you can see of the, aah, some of the crowd throwin things at the officers And swingin at them as well. Like there was a young woman there. You see she took a swing at an officer with some object in her hand All: How many niggaz are ready to lose? Snoop: Yeah, so what you wanna do? Dre: What you wanna do? All: I said how many niggas are ready to lose RBX: Got myself an Uzi and my brother a 9 RBX: I got my finger on the trigger so niggaz wonder why But livin in the city it's do-or-die I got my finger on the trigger so niggaz wonder why But livin in the city it's do-or-die RBX: One-time trigger happy, no nigga love 187 time, time to grab the glove Can't get prints so a 9 I throw away or get prints so my Uzi witta spray POP POP POP another motherfucker drop And I get relived like *?Bop Bop says?* smash, I crashed his head like a window I ain't no dead do', I'm high off the indo Creepin with the quickness to the cut Bust one to his head while he munches on that donut And cracker so now he best to back up I guess I gots ta pack up, fillin the clip up, I zip up- town, the motherfuckin cops are all around Helicopters flyin These motherfuckers tryin to catch me and stretch me on Death Row but hell no's the poor black refuse to go *news report* This is now coverin a very, very wide area of Los Angeles where these fires have been, aah, ignited. I mean, from here to the, aah, to the south end of South Central is a long way Break 'em off sometin (x8) Dat Nigga Daz: The outcome of this is destruction so the more fall Niggaz don't give a fuck so tem bust and before niggaz backin up three black shows No justice so they copied ya right and here I am again, me, turn the other cheek, me Be too many wigs got me 9 to my tights so me bust, flick cuz he don't give a fuck and me don't give a fuckin of my problems In with their fuck fuck Snoop Doogy Dogg: Blak blam, blam to dem fall Listen to the shots from my nigga Doggy Dogg, biddy-bye Dr Dre him bust gun shots Diggity Daz and RBX them bust gun shots Come again!
5. Nothin' But A 'G' Thang3:58
6. Deeez Nuuuts5:06

   Letra

   (Daz) chiggie check (Dre) microphone check one (Daz) chiggie check (Dre) microphone check two (Daz) chiggie check (Dre) microphone check three (Snoop) check game from the notorious compton G (Dre) Back with some shit that guts to bump As a pull up in the park you pops the trunk Just to floss you like a motherfucker, clownin'their shit Gots the dana's on your hootie and your fly ass bitch Trow off, go off, show off, I take that hoe If, she proper, I'ma pop her the role hopper It's back on the track With big money, big nuts, and a big fat chronic sac (Snoop Dogg) So daz, step up the ass And give these motherfuckers a blast from the past (Dat Nigga Daz) Diggidy daz out of the cut with some shit that I wrote With my nigga D-R-E, so you know I must be dope But uh, rat-tat-tat-tat that ass Startin' static with Dre, make way for the AK That I bring as I slang like cavy Not from kris kross but they call me mac Daddy Had he not known about the city I'm from Long beach, tic tac, grab your gat, watch your back Here I come, Stompinìn my kakhi suit BG from the hood can fuck Eastwood God damn, I ripped up, flipped up, and skipped up On top of things as they swing towards my ding-a-ling (Snoop Dogg) But did you raise up all this nuts? Cause Dr. Drizzay's about to rizzip shit up (Daz) chiggie check (Dre) microphone check one (Daz) chiggie check (Dre) microphone check two (Daz) chiggie check (Dre) microphone check three (Snoop dogg) you tuned to the sounds of the D-R-E (Dr. Dre) Now check me out, It's back to the old school Where the niggaz get their strap on, don't nodoby cap on Slap on some D-R-E Or some funky ass shit by the D-O-double G-Y D-o double G Real G'z who drop K's, protect these N-U-T, so nigga please Peep out my manuscript You'll see that it's a must I drop gangsta shit (Beeyatch!!) so recognize game from the gangsta Thangs will remain the same until I change'em (Snoop Dogg) It's real easy to see So you can check sounds from nate D-O double G (Nate Dogg) I can't be faded I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin strreet I can't be faded I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin strreet I can't be faded I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin strreet I can't be faded I'm a nigga from the motherfuckin strreet I heard you wanna fuck with dre You picked the wrong, motherfuckin day Here we go, toe to toe, flow for flow Let me know if you think you can fade death row
7. Lil' Ghetto Boy5:27
8. A Nigga Witta Gun3:28
9. Rat-Tat-Tat-Tat3:48

   Letra

   [Intro: guy talking] You really don't understand do you? Hey man, don't you know In order for us to make this thing work We gotta get rid of the pimps, and the pushers, and then start All over agian clean NIGGAZ you crazy! [RBX] Once again The mighty Death Row organization commitin' mass murder And we ain't askin for shit, nigga we takin' It, so Dre, BLAST they ass nigga [Dr. Dre] Rat-tat-tat-tat late at night with my gat On the streets of LA Wonderin' where the pussy at Staright for ya, looking for a hoe Hangin' out, rollin in my '64 16 swicthes for the niggaz in my hood 17 shells so I make it understood Stay back, lay back, way back in the cut Ya come outside nigga ya gettin' fucked up But I told ya, Creep, Creep ya best move Like Luthor Vadros, fuckn' up the west coast I'm right back up in ya when ya nut 1-2-3 nut, from the D-R-E but This is for the hoes that I used to know When I didn't have my '64 and a lot of doe I keep ya this and like that And I... [Chorus:] [Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back [Dr.Dre] Rat-tat-tat-tat tat ta tat like that, and I.. [Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back [Dr.Dre] Rat-tat-tat-tat tat ta tat like that, and I.. [Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back [Interlude: some guys talkin'] Ohh wait, that's that nigga that owe ya that grip Ya,there that fool is Break him off proper then What's up, what's happinin'? I'm the man, what's up? Nigga you delinquent, can I get those in? Nigga, pay this nigga here (I ain't got yo money) Well, yo, check this out, nigga What's up *slaps around some guy that owes them money* What's up? What's up? Ya motherfucker (I'll be back though, I'll be back) Ya, you ain't never comin' back, fool [Chorus:] [Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back [Dr.Dre] Yeah nigga [both] Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I.. [Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back [Dr.Dre] Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I.. [Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back [Dr.Dre] Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I.. [Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back [Dr.Dre] Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I.. [Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back [Dr. Dre] Creepin and peepin' and I can get with these The chronic, slangin' fat keys from my block And it don't stop Tell me where ya wanna go To the strip Or take a trip bawlin' with the row My shit off in ya system Indo smoke in ya lungs, like that And you can lift it, on, and a fist a bomb Takin' away like hell at Veitnam California, back in and on a mission, makin a point Ain't no fuckin' competition they wish they was a runnin' up in reality C-P-T, CAL my locality It's strage how I re-arange and change the buisness By droppin' shit like this Dope, ya can't cope with the real I peal, in the penatentaries, and when I kill it goes... [Chorus:] [both] Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I... [Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back [both] Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I.. [Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back [Dr. Dre] Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I.. [Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back [Dr. Dre] Rat-tat-tat-tat like that, and I.. [Snoop] Never hesitate to put a nigga on his back [Snoop Doggy Dogg] Straight up, now you niggaz know where my homey's comin' from so quit the chit-chat, before ya find yourself flat on your biz-out, fool it's 9-deuce, Dr. Drizzay, is sittin on Tizzart! It don't stop treartin' buster's like a punk ass kizzart! BEEEYYACHH!
10. The $20 Sack Pyramid2:53

    Letra

    [Skit: Dr. Dre] (Static, Channel Switching) Damn, seems like always something with the fucking TV Motherfucking cable off, shit I'm (?) Hey, bring me something to drink Yeah, that motherfucking Crazy Horse will do, that'll work Ain't shit on this motherfucker Oh shit, what the fuck is this? [Big Tittie Nickie & Snoop Dogg] Da, da-da-da-da, da-da, da-da-da Da, da-da-da-da, da-da, da-da-da Da, da-da-da-da, da-da, da-da-da Da, da-dun-dun-dun, da Hey motherfuckers, welcome back to the $20 Sack Pyramid I'm your host: Motherfucking O.G. henny Loc And we're back with our two final contests Duck Motherfucking Mouth and Bootnee Lee Farnsworth They'll be playing for a $20 sack of indo And a $35 gift certificate to the Compton swap meet Alright, y'all bitches got 30 seconds to answer 5 motherfucking questions Lonnie, you ready with that clock? Well let the games begin [The D.O.C. & Samara] Alright man. We gotta do that shit man. We need to do this shit right now Alright, man, we got to do this shit, man Hell yeah, man, fuck that the whole neighborhood is watching and everybody's watching We can do this shit right now We gotta do this shit right now, Okay. You ready? Hell yeah man, come on! Hey man, you ready? I'm ready I'm ready, let's go! Indo! Uh, uh, Cavi! Uh Buddha! Shit, shit I used to sell, uh, um Hocus Pocus Oh, things that people smoke! Right! That's it, that's it Oh, oh fuck me in the ass Oh, oh, uh, step to me and let me suck your dick, uh Oh, things that Tim Dog would say Yeah, that's it right there Oh yeah! Come on keep going man, hurry up! Uh, uh, VCR's, oh, TV's and shit All them socks and shit Oh, that box in your room and shit Oh, oh, shit I came up on loot! That's it, that's it right there Yeah, that's it come on hurry up, man, hurry up! Uhh, En Vogue, uh, uh, Halle, Halle, Halle Berry Shit. Bitches? Uh, bad bitches? Yo, uhh, your Auntie Clarisse Oh, bitches I wanna fuck That shit right there, that shit Come on, hurry up we it's 5 seconds Okay, Okay, oh, oh, I know D.O. c Dre gonna do my music and shit, uh Snoop and me, be going to the swap meet Oh! Oh, I know that one, I know that one! Things that niggas be saying to get the pussy! That's it, that's it right there! That's it, that's it! Alright give me my motherfucking weed bitch, give me my motherfucking weed! It's all right there, baby! That's a Uhh, get me my weed, get me my $35 to go to the motherfuckin' swap meet! Bitch! Uh, uh, uh, uh I'm in the money, I'm in the money, I'm in the money, I'm in the money! Hey Snoop! Hey Bootnee!
11. Lyrical Gangbang4:04

    Letra

    Intro: This should be played at high volume Preferably in a residential area [lady of rage] Now ima kick up dust As I begin to bust On the wick-wack, fucked up suckers you cant trust When I pick up I lick up, ya face get smacked up When I rack up, so all you motherfuckers just pack up Or get slapped with the swiftness If you think youre swift then forget merry christmas Now stuff that in your stocking Im knockin em out the box n Knockin em out their sock n Cuz robin is rockin Breakin em down to the slab Takin em down on their ass Now what you wanna do? ya wanna battle, huh? See ya watch and creak without a motherfuckin paddle Rattle that brain, Im not that same ol plain jane Were on you like a border, youre nothin more than a crane Or a pebble, take it from the real rap rebel Not bushwick bill but I can take it to that other level You think you got pull then pull it, uhh! I got the trigger so I figure youll bite the bullet Then bite the dust and wipe the fuck Do what I must and what I must is bust The bubble or choose some trouble, forty-dues So stick to my luger, lady of rage is comin thru [dre] *some cool shit, some cool shit* [kurupt] I fears no one, I makes em cool off like a ploar cap Lynchin as I hits, misses the ? rollin back? Pushin packs to make a profit Diggy dope stuck on the topic so stop and gimme my pops, kid Im livin large like a fat bitch So get back, bitch, Im hard to broke art so the faggots This young black kid, Im mercenary, merciless Murderin mega some niggas so whos first to diss They say Im bad so youll find none worst than this Chewin motherfuckers up like a hershey kiss Put to sleep, rippin the lyrics Im leavin ? ? ? ? ? ? Rough wind flex too complex, wrecks, then Im peace So feel the wrath, nigga, I rip in half niggas Ya quick ta talk shit I whip your ass nigga So watch me blast, nigga, cuz Im the last nigga Ya wanna fuck wit, so up your cash, nigga I make stagger, ob skills and jimmy ragged Home in and drag her, sit wit ya girl and watch me tag her Pullin steel like a stunt Sold like an Id card, nigga, no needs ta front, so Here to torment up a track on crack And Im strapped witta semi-toll milli-ten mac Yo, I breaks em off, I breaks em off cheap Deadly as jason on friday the 13th [rbx] Back in the days, niggas they use to scrap But now in ninety-due, niggas they pull they strap Cuz, umm, police dem come wicked and dem shoot Niggas, so niggas retaliate and start to loot Execute, boom, stompin black soldier Here ta teach and mould ya The ennerator, dominator, narrator rb to the motherfuckin x Flex wicked styl-e, bompin be found into greed by a Maniac with a gat See nowadays niggas is like that I pull my trigger back, the bullets go Bop bop bop now Im on death row Fuck it, niggas goin wild, everynight they shoot Its like beirut Maybe you should get a teflon vest for your chest Anytime ya step into my hood But thatll do you know good One slug to ya face, no hate, you gettin smoked like wood Nasty nigga but he pumps, face back on the concrete Here comes the white sheet Mr. coroner cocked with some yellow tape But the murderers escape Audi lane 5 gs Lyrical gangbang but its just a g thang
12. High Powered2:44

    Letra

    Intro: Dr. Dre (Lady Of Rage) Yo yo whut sup? Yo man, give me some of that ol' gangsta shit, y'knowhutI'msayin? Some shit I can just kick back to, smoke a fat ass joint to YouknowhutI'msayin? He hahahahahahaha Hell yeah! You know what I'm talkin about? I like that ol' gangsta shit Cuz you know it's a lot of niggas out there woofin all that bullshit talkin 'bout they got this and got that Talkin louder than a motherfucker but ain't sayin shit Heh y'knowhutI'msayin? (Dem come witta, dem come witta, dem come wit da wickedness) Yeah nigga I see your lips quiverin But you ain't sayin a motherfuckin thing For my niggas, I got my niggas in the motherfuckin he-ouse and they gon' tell yo' what's really goin on Got my motherfuckin nigga RBX...definitely in this motherfucker I got my nigga Daz in this motherfucker ready to kick some real shit Y'knowhutI'msayin? And that lil' shit cha hear in the background, that's my homegirl Rage So RBX kick this shit [RBX] Seven execution style murders I have no remorse cuz I'm the fuckin murderer Haven't you ever heard of a killer? I drop bombs like Hiroshima So now I walk around strapped One-time bust they caps and watch niggas collapse Snap! Adapt to this but you need no adapter This is just the first chapter in a book from a crook You get caught slippin yo' ass gots ta die Nigga, tell me what the fuck you figure? Trigger? Happy RBX to cap ya POP POP and I can't wait to bust a pound POP POP my hollow points smacks the clown Cuz what I said split his head And now they got me runnin from the feds But I refuse to go alive It's kill or be killed, that's how real niggas survive I'm high powered! Outro: Dat Nigga Daz Yeah! It's Daz that mass-murderin motherfucker So what you feel like you wanna get caught up? Fool you better recognise Death Row came to chastise So if you cross the Row Remember the first name is Death No love for the other side
13. The Doctor's Office1:04
14. Stranded Of Death Row4:47
15. The Roach (The Chronic Outro)4:36
16. Bitches Ain't Shit4:48